Blood Web (Blood Curse Book 10)

By: Tessa Dawn

A Blood Curse Novel

The Blood Curse

In 800 BC, Prince Jadon and Prince Jaegar Demir were banished from their Romanian homeland after being cursed by a ghostly apparition: the reincarnated Blood of their numerous female victims. The princes belonged to an ancient society that sacrificed its females to the point of extinction, and the punishment was severe.

They were forced to roam the earth in darkness as creatures of the night. They were condemned to feed on the blood of the innocent and stripped of their ability to produce female offspring. They were damned to father twin sons by human hosts who would die wretchedly upon giving birth; and the firstborn of the first set would forever be required as a sacrifice of atonement for the sins of their forefathers.

Staggered by the enormity of the Curse, Prince Jadon, whose own hands had never shed blood, begged his accuser for leniency and received four small mercies—four exceptions to the Curse that would apply to his house and his descendants, alone.

ᴪ Though still creatures of the night, they would be allowed to walk in the sun.

ᴪ Though still required to live on blood, they would not be forced to take the lives of the innocent.

ᴪ While still incapable of producing female offspring, they would be given one opportunity and thirty days to obtain a mate—a human destiny chosen by the gods—following a sign that appeared in the heavens.

ᴪ While they were still required to sacrifice a firstborn son, their twins would be born as one child of darkness and one child of light, allowing them to sacrifice the former while keeping the latter to carry on their race.

And so…forever banished from their homeland in the Transylvanian mountains of Eastern Europe, the descendants of Jaegar and the descendants of Jadon became the Vampyr of legend: roaming the earth, ruling the elements, living on the blood of others…forever bound by an ancient curse. They were brothers of the same species, separated only by degrees of light and shadow.


Natalia Giovanni sank deep into the cushions of the ten-thousand-dollar, custom-made sofa in her fit-for-a-palace bedroom, studying the intricate gold-and-red embroidery in the pillows as she powered up her laptop.

The World Wide Web was the only true escape she ever got from her life in a gilded cage.

She braided a thick band of her waist-length, dark-brown hair and folded it into a knot, just above her neck, to keep it off her shoulders—the luxurious, loosely waved tresses were compliments of a Tanzanian beauty queen for a mother and an Italian billionaire for a father, the former being gunned down in a business deal gone wrong when Natalia was only ten years old.

Ah, but then her father’s business was sketchy at best.

Natalia didn’t know if Luca Giovanni trafficked in illegal arms or drugs, along with the prostitution, but one thing she knew for sure: The women he kept housed in The Fortress, the name his henchman used for the enormous 25,000-square-foot building, surrounded by a ten-foot-high wall on their private 500-acre estate in Morrison, Colorado, were not there of their own free will. The fortress was divided by wings, or quadrants—north, south, east, and west—and from what Natalia had managed to discern over the years, her father kept his high-end call girls in the northern wing, his low-end prostitutes in the east, and the least fortunate of all in the south. Women he sold to be slaughtered.

She bit down on the rubber tip of a pencil, trying to dispel the thoughts.

It was inconceivable to Natalia that her once-beloved papa could traffic in a business so abhorrent. Who the hell purchased beautiful, innocent women for the sole purpose of taking their lives—in ways Natalia didn’t dare to even imagine—and what kind of monster would kidnap, raise, or house such victims for years and years, only to sell them for top dollar, knowing their ultimate fate?

As for who he kept in the west, Natalia didn’t care to speculate. She knew the southern wing brought $150,000 a head in trade, in individual sales. The sex slaves in the west brought $100,000 a head, so they must have been a very rare commodity—special, in their own right. And, ultimately, Natalia could do nothing about it.

Not any of it!

Her father had made one thing clear: Somewhere in the world, scattered amongst four separate countries, there were four ruthless mercenaries just waiting to receive their marching orders—five million dollars each to eliminate every living soul in The Fortress should the Giovanni compound ever be raided. Should Natalia Giovanni ever significantly disobey her father, leave the compound, or try to escape her life.

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